The sun is caressing her skin, vapor rising into
the blues, the sky is drowning in cool coteries
of crystal particles, a flock of aerosols, unison
hanging in the air, electrifying the aerosphere

It is raining, we are dropping as bright strings,
we are the rain, tiny drops of light, it's vertically
moving, in a whole structure, and shadows are
bursting out of us, as we are landing on Mama

Soil hiding under shiny rugs, turning land into
aqueous gardens, fighting for life, while dim
is stopping this melodic fest, as droplets are
reflecting their gold on tins, and forging hubris

Stream is finding the gate, entering as a whole
into the lamp, filling every corner with beams,
spreading bloom around the luminous flower,
it is beginning to breathe, here and now, Om

Shh, Athena sleeps in this corridor
of ringing and piercing hums, silence
draws a halo above my head, drops
biting waves of iciness on my crane

Headache drinks my kernel's red
blooded wine, ***** sobriety out of my
cracked brain, till I find myself on a sofa,
humming jokes, in morphine's shelter

As my ups and downs are rotating like I
do, my plumes are growing bigger and
thicker, all of my sub-selves are drifting,
breaking like glasses put in a hot oven

When coconut butter begins melting,
fading with winters and twisted springs
I plunge a spoon inside of this jar of oil,
and paint a warm sunny span's tableau

Some nights when fireworks can't stop,
I sense like I'm the craziest man on
earth, I find the cream of the cream,
under mountains sleeping on poor hills

On my path back to Lucifer's trap, with a
plastic bag in my hand, I'm a plane
about to crash on a metropolis, I'm just
a passing butterfly, daze's tongue says

My only fault is that I'm born here, as a
gentleman in a world of flares and pigs
I'm seen as a bird hostage, carrying an
outcast's life on my back, while I die in

So, I'm enchained by dark knights, to
this rotation, I'm typing and killing
myself and seconds that enslaves me
and my breathing body, in gravity's den

I see devotees of sweet-talk, with their
mouths flying all over tea drinkers,
cuddling their pillows, while tobacco
splashes coffee on cigarette igniters

Bankers with money of all tints,
throwing it on actors, fragrance makers,
writers and poets like me, iconic
musicians, singers, and top models

Saturdays, and biscuits poured in milk,
surrounded by blue skies, and poppy
fields, sharing colorful frequencies,
clear fluid in streams, and traffic fluidity

Reflections of broken mirrors on
abandoned chandeliers, missing their
candles, sending muddy rain aromas,
and rust eating window shutters

Displaced flattery icing liquid joys,
slowly turning happy faces into blues,
and bullied teenagers savoring sweet
fruits of dead scars, in adulthood

Wax dolls showing their flexible body
parts, on shores, and seashells pushing
lovers and friends on their beach walks,
to put them in their bag of souvenirs

All waiting under a burning yolk,
making a bed for me, with tied arms, and the
nearer I'm, the more they scream, until I
fall on them, and they hush shh shh shh

As I reach the last stair,
I discover a high rise shrine
When I stare at the peak,
I'm close to fall on my head

It has a large baroque door,
Not closed, so I enter
I leave all the maps outside
I'm full of spice and zeal

I see an elevator facing me,
push the illuminated buttons,
envelope myself in the dove,
and it takes me as a letter

Into the highest floor, I fly
When I land on the terrace,
the man made-day falls asleep,
and the night sky erupts

I find an abandoned telescope,
remove the dust mask,
put my brown seeing aerola
around the soft eyepiece

The silver optical tube
absorbs my golden vision,
takes it on a celestial mission
Delving into the cosmos in chroma

I see a lumen hanging
like a washing line
between two galaxies
An odyssey to discover my heirloom

Now I'm a brainbox,
I surrender myself to
this luminous flux
It looks like a feeder of earth

Everything turns anaerobic,
when Angeline and her siblings
begin to play trumpets along
A hymn for the Oxygen Crisis

I put all the aerobics in vitro,
in order to live in vivo
I'm in the S shaped column,
the centromere of the soma

In a blink of an eye,
an asteroid hits my lighthouse
My kernel explodes
I'm trapped in a series of epochs

My nom de guerre is Helios
The sun calls me Apollo
Driving a chariot of joy
with two racing horses

Until meiosis begins
A king is announced
when a stallion dies
Nucleus or karyon

And I drop back as an ****
Embryo into an egg
thrown in a steam
From Eve to a man sunk in debt

Crawling to repair my median voices,
I bump my lumbering head along the curtains
Picturing a light evaporating out of masses
A sculpture modeled in my deep-seated mountains



I'm about to begin a brand-new journey,
as all my letters and signs are falling airily
Grit is granting me with a glowing crown
No slices are left from my earlier dawns



A rapid switch hit on my pavement,
like losing memory and diving in
a lake full of velvet and blinding diamonds
My lot is sleeping in covering wings



Another morning emptied of tongues
I do a humming like bambino birds
My pen blushes when seeing my pump,
as wine of this pulp turns into dust



I steam to tie the stars, and I sink
in a giant maze of origami planes
I pinch every no-man's land, in a blink,
pour them like milk in a pan sitting on flames



When snowflakes rise as bubbles of calligraphy,
and symphonies catch back their delicacy
My wizard's iris drinks the clouded chords
Veins wrapped in purple, as it snows in my globe



I'm bordering the gate, into writer's crowning sun
I inscribe this poem, to salute ladies and gentlemen
my hand waves to you, as eclipse calls
This is not a break, just a swing of my bipedal poles



My silhouette hikes in an elevated air,
like a pat ballerina climbing up the stairs
Bolting bulldozers, with feeders into the orb
A crystal punch radiates downtown's corpse

I'm buried in a duck-shaped bath tub
Filled with speech bubbles and inquiries
Like how do I exit this xanthic gulf?
And how to clean this hill of ***** laundry?



I put some shampoo on my nimbus
Rinse and pour aqua on my sonnet
I breathe in valour, duck-tape my scribbles
Break the quartz, and handle the angles



With my oars, I'm rowing toward the lotus
Not missing a chapter of this meteor shower
I pass by a big tank of sapphire hums
A Christmas-tree floating on the back



It commands me like a set of green arcs
Telling me to go straight ahead, I'm a magnet
As an eddy, I enter this turquoise zone
It smells like dead fish in this strait



Water turns into a chemical substance
I recite a poesy, so as it takes a fluffy format
My racing boat is nearing the nelumbo
I let the sink drink my grey column



I swim, and my craft lands on the H
And fall from the clepsydra, with the spill
Raise my ivories to the ceiling, wear my peignoir
By looking back, I see an aquatic bridge



Vapor, creating a foggy Londonian ambiance
On the isle, spiny trees receive you with fruits
I pick a jujube and eat it, I don't remember
A new life sprouts as an ode to my lost memoir